turn me loose from your hands
let me fly to distant lands
over green fields trees and mountains
flowers and forest fountains
home along the lanes of the skyway
for this dark and lonely room
projects a shadow cast in gloom
and my eyes are mirrors
of the world outside
thinking of the way
that the wind can turn the tide
and these shadows turn
from purple into grey
for just a skyline pigeon
dreaming of the open
waiting for the day
he can spread his wings
and fly away again
